Please excuse my point of viewAnd allow me to intrudeI have given up on what I thought I knewAnd our ignorance is blissSo were hiding out in itAnd I guess it doesnt matter what weve missedWould it scare you away if I was sixty-five feet tall?Would it make you afraid if there was nothing left al all?Its nearly impossibleHighly improbableBut not hopelessWe are swallowed up in itAnd its neither here nor thereSo it makes no sense that anyone would careAnd it feels like innocenceWhen you choose to not resistWe fulfill our needs at everyones expense
